Note: From here on out, the story is written from the first person.

My seat vibrated as the elegant custom jet cut through the air at heart-racing speeds. Adrenaline pulsed through my body as Batman brought the Batwing into a steep climb, my stomach pressed into the back of the chair. But, you know, in a good way. The scream of the engines was muted in the cockpit, but still audible over everything else.

I looked over at Batman in his snazzy pilot's chair with his little bat insignia on his custom fancy seat-belt…. I had to smile. After the Batmobile, the Batwing was his pride and joy. He can tell me what he wants, but I know that he's secretly nostalgic about flying his special little plane. You can just tell by the way he handles the controls and by the way he sits a little taller when he gets ready to take off.

Not that I'm much different. I love flying! There's just something about it that, I don't know, makes you feel like you're free, like nothing on this world can hold you down. The surrounding forests zoomed past under me, and as we gained altitude, the trees became little dots. The window felt cold against my face, as I tried to catch the last glimpse of Wayne Manor before it slipped behind the horizon. The mansion always looked much bigger from the air, and it was looking especially regal, with the rooftops covered in a white dusting of…. wait….it can't be….. is that…. IS THAT SNOW?

I opened my eyes wide in wonder as I looked out the front windshield, and sure enough, there were little white bits of magical fluff swirling around the Batwing. "It's SNOWING!" I squealed, expressing a little more excitement than I usually allow myself, especially in front of Batman. I clapped my hands over my mouth, and timidly glanced over to the pilot's seat. Even though the only sources of light in the cockpit were the dashboard dials and switches, I could tell he was smirking.

In a failed attempt of recovering my macho factor, I crossed my arms and put on my manliest face. I cleared my throat and said in a deep voice, "Ahem. It appears to be…. snowing."

"What a brilliant meteorological observation, Robin."

Ladies and gents, the Batman: The World's Greatest Detective, Gotham's Dark Knight, the Caped Crusader, and master of dry humor. Not that it's surprising; he did learn from the best.

I sighed and hung my head. There was no way I was going to fool him; Batman knows how much I love snow. Just the way it decorated everything, the delightfully cool touch, and the fact that when it fell, it didn't just plummet, it floated gracefully. It was fascinating to watch; mesmerizing, like every snowflake had a story of it's own. It brought back memories of the circus. Memories of playing with Zitka in the snow and having massive snowball fights with the whole troupe. Let me tell you, if you ever have to pick anyone to be on your team during a snowball fight, pick the jugglers and the acrobats. Oh, and elephants. Elephants throw some mean snowballs. One time, Zitka-

"ETA Star City, 27 minutes."

Batman's voice snapped me out of my little daydream. I had completely forgotten; during long car or plane trips, Batman wanted me to review all of the facts of cases that we were working on, just to keep my brain active. Or maybe there was some other reason he just wasn't telling me. It wouldn't be the first time he'd kept something from me… I shivered, trying to keep the past in the past. Turning on my wrist computer, pulled up the evidence and summarized the past couple of nights.

"November 26th, someone broke into Bruce Wayne's office building, overturning every piece of furniture, but after closely examining the room, nothing appeared to be stolen. However, a bat symbol was spray painted on the wall. The next night, someone, apparently the same person, entered Lucius Fox's apartment, again, trashing the place, and left a bat symbol.

"November 28th, tonight. Same pattern, except at Commissioner Gordon's house. This time, we caught the vandal in the act. However, he had some kind of self-destruct method, so to speak. A time-controlled tablet planted behind his teeth realised some kind of poison, knocking him unconscious before we could interrogate him. Too bad too. This guy sure had one heck of an interrogation coming from me!"

Batman gave me one of his famous scowls, except there was something behind this one. Was it… pride? Anyways, I shook it off by returning the smirk he gave me earlier, and continued.

"Soooo, after running that one facial recognition scan, we figured out that this guy was actually a security guard, belonging to a squad in Star City. Usually one of those that serve as bodyguards or higher rank officers for more "important" affaires. Reserved for guarding valuables, significant locations, or significant people."

I glanced over at Batman. He had that hard-set jaw that he got whenever people treaded on touchy waters. He knew all too well the type of people I was talking about; he had to deal with them much too often for his liking, being one of the most famous people in the country. Not that I blame him. When Bruce first took me in, I was awestruck by the fact that I got to be protected by bodyguards, like I was super important. But now, when I hear the word 'bodyguard', I grimace. They are ridiculously overprotective, annoying, and they invade your privacy, which in my case, is extremely dangerous.

"Anyways..." I continued, just to break the ice. Get it? Cause there was ice… on the windshield…. ok. People must think I'm insane when they see me smiling to myself and cracking myself up with my stupid jokes. Lately, it's gotten to the point where they're not even jokes anymore. They're just stupid. Hey, at least I don't tell my pathetic puns out loud anymore… as much. "We're headed to Star City to see what else we can find out on this guy. The computerized criminal record was spotty, and it had been altered a day before we could have actually read it. We're hoping that maybe there's going to be some more evidence on paper. At the police station, I presume?"

Batman gave a curt nod. "Yes," he summarized. It was usually like this; I would give a long analysis or would talk for a while, and then he would respond with one word. I sighed, somehow laughing at the same time. Batman looked over at me inquisitively. "What?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

I returned the expression for a second. Does he not notice that he does this to everyone? Maybe it started off on purpose, but I'm pretty sure it had just evolved into a bad habit by now. At least he doesn't cut me off or leave while I'm talking. I thought of the stunts I'd seen him pull on Justice League members and the Commissioner, and I couldn't help myself. I covered my mouth with both hands to attempt to silence the giggles that were making me double over in my seat. Finally catching on that I was laughing at him, he squinted at me from behind his cowl. After a moment of consideration, a smile crept onto his face. Oh no. It was that smile. The one that let you know you were done for. Immediately, I stopped laughing.

Without warning, Batman jerked to controls to the right, sending the Batwing into a corkscrew, spiralling through the air at Mach 3. Eventually, the world became right-side up again, but it still felt like everything was spinning.

I was pretty sure I was going cross-eyed behind my mask. I just sat there motionless, back straight and eyes as wide open as they would go. My vision was partially obscured due to the hair sprawled all over my face, and I could feel the blood draining out of my face, the color of my skin almost matching the snow. Batman had that annoying look of victory, the that should teach you look. I wanted to punch it right off of his smug face, but it felt like if I moved, the world would start spinning again.

After a few minutes of nothing but the screech of jet engines and the humming of the dials, a cool, digital voice carefully enunciated, "Arrived at Destination: Star City."

Hope you enjoyed it! I wrote this a while ago, and I'm reading through it again and groaning! I feel like my writing has evolved a lot past this point, and I'm writing several chapters ahead, so I hope you will see improvement in the writing as the story progresses!

Thank you so much for your excitement, and I encourage you to check out the other half of this story!